I've never had experience of marsupial pouch. So them being dry, ickey-gooey, or something in-between has given me an uncomfortable mental image. Worse still. The idea of them being moist pliable places leaves me felling a tad bit green.

Yeah, love that Steptoe a la cart excerpt mentioned. Harold had a way with words. He was like Shakespeare with junk.

‘And Afterwards At.....’ has lots of favorite bits. Albert (looking at the mother-in-law to be): “Take a good look at her mate, cause that’s what your bird’s gonna look like in 20 years time.”Harold: “That don’t follow, I don’t look anything like you.”Albert: “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Many’s the punch-up your mother and me had over you.”

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